Drunk...

...is what I am. Fight Night was good, but odd. Tim and I talked about Tequila and apparently she is now an outdoor cat, which amuses me to no end. She roams the neighborhood and I couldn't help but laugh at the thought. She never used to go outside. Evan wouldn't let her, she'd get lost and scared and badness would ensue. Last night I accidentally called Smokey by the name of Tequila and didn't even know it til Shelly told me her cat was not named 'Tequila'. But there is only one cat allowed to love me, and that will always be Tequila. She was mine, whenever Evan was not in the room. The moment he came back in of course she only had eyes for him, but you know, that's just 'Quila and she loved him endlessly. But Smokey will not leave me alone. I walk into the room and she just follows me and purrs. She loves me and I yell at her and she loves me some more. Grr.

I'm also highly intoxicated. Fight Night occurred and thus the Tequila talk because on Fight Night usually Evan/Tequila are brought up. It wouldn't be a real match without either of them. Mayweather won and that makes me sad. I wanted De La Hoya to win. Boo Mayweather. Douche. But then I went to Matt's and it was okay because I didn't have much time to think about boxing. But stupid Mayweather anyway. Boooooooo. The End. I need to go to sleep. Good night.